May 2005 Entries

May 25, 2005

Interviewed by Jim

Jim has asked me five questions. Here goes.

1. If you could be anywhere else in the world right now, where would it be and who would be there with you? You can have as many or as few people there as you want.

You must be reading my mind because I have been feeling very listless lately and really need to go away somewhere. But anywhere in the world, huh? I have always wanted to go to Greece. When I was a boy, my neighbors were from Greece. They were very exotic in my mid-western all white neighborhood. I remember having dinner at their house. They seems so sophisticated and worldly. They also had a son several years older than me. I had a teeny crush on him.

If I were ever to go, I'd probably want to take my friend Helen who was born there and has family there. Whenever I go somewhere, I had doing touristy things. I'd rather see the people who live there as they live there. Experience a bit of their life. Observe. Also, she could take me to where the best Greek food is...like at her relatives.

2. Which brings up the next question: Phoenix?!? What, are you crazy?

Yes. Yes, I am. But seriously, Phoenix has been very good to me, however it has never really felt like home. I imagine I will leave one day, but I still have no idea where that place is. I'm open to suggestions.

3. Nearly three and a half years ago, you came up with a blog name and you spent many hours on your design. You even changed the color of my scroll bar! So what has it gotten you? Did it turn out as expected, or has your motivation changed over time?

Thank you for noticing The scroll bar. It's that kind of attention to detail we here at cheap blue guitar™ strive for on a semi-weekly basis.

Honestly, I didn't have a lot of expectations from the beginning. I was just checking something out because I was curious how it worked. I started reading a few blogs here and there, but for the longest time I had no idea how huge the world of blogging was. I am always amazed that anyone would want to read my blog. There are better blogs that are better written and far more interesting and yet people still check in on mine. I often wonder why.

Because of blogging, I've made some wonderful friends, near and far and for that, I am always grateful.

4. Stealing from your Final Four: Whom do you admire most? In what way does that person inspire you?

I don't think I could pick just one person. I drawn upon many for an arsenal of inspiration. I often admire artists, photographers and musicians who live their lives with such passion, bravery, fearlessness and open. It reminds me how I want to live my life.

I also find bloggers who inspire me too. After December 2003, I was at the lowest point of my depression. It was a chore getting out of bed. One day while browsing blogs and avoiding work, I stumbled across a blog I'd not seen before. I read a few post and was riveted. Something truly spoke to me in the few lines I scanned. I wanted to read it all. So I loaded up the work printer and printed his entire weblog. At the time, two years worth of entries. As they printed I collated and stapled them together by month. Once they were all printed and grouped. I stuffed them in my backpack to take them home. I placed the two inch stack on my bedside table, picked up the first month, turned to the back and read the first post. Then I'd work my way to the first page. I read them every night of the next few weeks. A lot about what he wrote was dealing with a lifetime of depression. He had no answers, but I found comfort in his story. His writing not only put everything I was feeling into perspective, but also helped me find it within myself to make the changes I need to. I guess that is something else I've gotten from blogging too.

5. William Shakespeare wrote "I can suck melancholy out of a song as a weasel sucks eggs." (Jaques in "As You Like It") You studied music. What song can't you listen to any more because it is too strongly associated with a particular person or event?

Years ago I had a friend that I would eventually lose from a Friendship Divorce®. She insisted we had to have a song together. She was hell-bent on it. I resisted all her suggestions, because they didn't feel right. One day this dreadful song came on the radio — Breakfast at Tiffany's. It's a horrible one-hit wonder songs by one of those awful wannabe bands that sprouted from the Hootie and the Blowfish era. (Who would wannabe a Blowfish. Bleah.) She would sing it when we were together. Turn it up loud on the radio. All because she knew I hated it. I should have known the friendship was doomed to end right there.

So if you are interested in the meme, here is how it works.

  • Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
  • I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
  • You will update your blog (if you have one) with the answers to the questions OR you answer them here in the comments if you don't have a blog.
  • You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
  • When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
 

May 20, 2005

Ugh

And so it begins...

 

May 16, 2005

9½ Weeks

So you may remember I was on this eating healthier and trying to lose weight thing....right? Well, you know how the story goes. I lost some and then I got lazy and since I never step on a scale unless I'm at the doctor's office, the weight gain from what I lost has been unconfirmed yet is most likely. The clothes still fit like they did before, but that doesn't mean much.

Part of it was that I pulled my back and became immensely immobile and lacked the desire to do anything for a while and the other part was I NEEDED SOME FRICKIN' CARBS DAMNIT!

It's not like I went out and ate nothing but cake and pie. But c'mon...I can have the restaurant around the corner that will deliver the best Thai sweet chili chicken right to my front door. Convenience and Asian-goodness with just one phone call. Yummy food and Sex and the City on DVD. What else do I need? Plus, I came to the conclusion that there would always be someone heavier than me willing to sleep with me. So what's the point. I was oddly comforted by that realization while I enjoyed my brown rice. That is, until I looked at the calendar and realized my routine doctor's checkup was just around the corner.

I'm one of those believers in preventive medicine so I do go to the doctor every three months or so just to check everything out and such. I do it for my car...why not me too, you know? Plus, I actually like going to see my doctor. He's a nice man and very good at what he does. I can bring up anything that's going on with me without fear of embarrassment or what not. Through all the crap I went through last year, he was very comforting.

But when I saw the appointment I knew what was in store for me. That look of disappointment. The look that says, "But, you were doing so well. What the hell happened?"

I'm not ready to see that look. I find it humorous that it even matters but I guess he represents a sort of parental figure to me. For what ever dumb reason...I want his approval and fear his disapproval.

So I called his office this morning and rescheduled my appointment for later this summer. I have a little over nine weeks to get back on the program and start showing a little progress for fear of the look.

It may be a stupid reason — doing it for him and not for me — but hey...whatever works. Right?

 

May 03, 2005

It's Nice Finally Having A Man Around The House

Whenever I catch up with one of my friends I haven't talked to in a while, inevitably the conversation takes a now familiar turn with this question.

"So how are things going now that he has moved in?"

The he in question is The Roommate's Boyfriend who is now living with us. It's asked in a tone of voice that suggests the asker already knows the answer. That answer being that it's dreadful, I hate it and I can't wait for the lease to be up.

But they are wrong and are always surprised when I tell them things are wonderful and he fits very nicely into our happy little home. He's a great guy and very easy to live with. If anything, I'd be worried more for him since The Roommate and I have been living together for...holy shit! I had to actually think about it and count it up...almost SEVEN years! She and I have been used to our quirks and menstrual cycles for quite a while. Sometimes, I think he gets a little freaked out when we speak in our own language of inside jokes and colloquialisms.

Elliott, The Cat™, crushes on him hard. He's totally in love with him. He follows him EVERYWHERE and is so excited when he gets home. I think The Cat™ like him more than the two of us combined.

There are also benefits to having The Roommate's Boyfriend live here. When he's at the store buying groceries and calls The Roommate to ask about the shopping list, I can yell out "get some cookies" and viola!..cookies are on the way to my house. And I don't even have to tip.

The Roommate's Boyfriend drives a pickup. I try not exploit this too much because I know guys with pickups get tired of having everyone ask them to haul shit, but it has come in handy a few times and all it cost me was dinner.

But of course, the best thing about having him around is he makes The Roommate™ very, very happy. Cause if The Roommate™ ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.

 

May 01, 2005

"Goodbye And Thanks For All The Fish"

I drove ALLLLLLLLLLLLL the way to central Phoenix to do my usual Saturday night volunteering gig for the homeless youth outreach program, only to remember once I got there that my shift was cancelled. I really need to start writing shit down.

So I called Adam and behold he was on his way to that part of town to look for furniture. (I've been volunteering at this place for a year and have NEVER noticed there is a furniture store across the street.) We looked at (made fun of) over-priced furniture and then decided to see a movie.

We ended up seeing The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I have never read the book. If I had I probably would have wanted my $8.50 back. As a novice to the story, it was a quirky, fun romp of a film, however after reading the New Times review, I imagine fans of the book are not as kind with their comments.

On the wacky dream front: last night I had a dream where I was hosting a big community Thanksgiving meal. Mos Def was there (sans his towel) sitting across from me. The woman sitting next to me made a comment about how much better the dinner would be if a celebrity was there. Poor Mos Def looked so hurt he wasn't recognized. He didn't even touch his dinner.

One last thing, if you go see a move the is rated PG even though it's not a "kid's movie", be prepared to see a lot of fucking trailers for kid's movies. I mean A LOT! Two movies were basically the same movie (comical coach turns a team of losers into a team of winners) only one starred Will Ferrell and the other Martin Lawrence. God help us all. The trailer for The Adventures of Shark Boy and Lava Girl made me want to slit my own throat. It was enough to send Marvin the Paranoid Android over the edge.